#Hope they have fun at her sleepover with ramon

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I feel so bad for sunny about earlier she has such a small support network and finally getting to hangout with a lot of other eggs like they’ve wanted only for that come crashing down on them. At least they had Ramon and Fit, getting to be Ramon’s little sister is probably making them feel a lot better but it still stings.

[eddiessidegirl]

Your DMs are always welcome, my dear. Ohh! I almost forgot! I have a prompt for you. Congrats on the followers! You deserve it 💕 I wanna do a fun sleepover too, really soon.

Could I possibly request Eddie with an alt/punk girlfriend? I don't usually see a whole lot of Punk!Reader and it would make my week. Something fluffy and fun, no pressure.

Omg, this took forever and I’m so so so sorry 😭 please forgive me. I hope this is good, and makes sense.

For Want Of

Summary: Punkrocker Tara is in love with Eddie Munson

Pairing: Eddie x Punk/Alt!Fem Reader

Warnings: Standard 18+ for my blog, this is a fluff piece, angst (if you squint), mutual pining, minor drug use and drinking (typical teen shit), let me know if I missed anything

Word count: 4166 words

Alarm clock blaring, record player left in the final stages of playing last nights record, and the person sized lump on the bed under the covers. This was how Tara’s mother found her in the morning on this particular Friday morning. “Tara, I swear to Jesus himself if you do not get out of bed this minute, you’re losing car privileges this weekend and you will not be able to go hang out with your little friends. You’ll be forced to clean out the garage with your father.” A cigarette dangled from her mothers thin, pursed lips her fake attempt at being a good mother was such a lie. She was only mad that her stupid church friends heard that her only daughter was out at all hours of the night hanging out with other teens who dressed like she did: coloured hair, dark makeup and listening to Misfits on full blast while driving the streets of Hawkins, Indiana. But most of all her mother hated hearing she’d been seen talking to and being around a one Eddie Munson. He was a drug dealer, a cult leader, and he listened to “that God awful music” as her mother put it.

“Will you lower your fucking voice? I heard you the first time you bellowed at me like an hour ago. Fucks sake.” Her voice draped in sleep, mascara and eyeliner smudged and giving her the raccoon look. Tara pushed the blankets back and slid into her jeans and pulled a Ramones shirt over her head - not bothering with a bra.

Jonathan was already waiting outside for her, mug of coffee in hand for her to drink while they drove to pick up Robin, his little brother Will in the back seat, his newest companion guide for his game night with his friends in hand, he didn’t even notice her sliding into the front seat. “So, is today the day? Or are you never gonna tell him? I mean Graduation is coming up quick, and you’re not gonna be here forever,” He asked her, he’d known she’d had a thing for the town drug dealer for ages but never worked up the courage. Sure she could throw down with assholes who grabbed her ass but Munsons’ chocolate eyes just made her stomach do flips. Her arm reached across the front seat and she shoved her best friend.

“Shut it, Byers. What about you and Wheeler? You guys gonna cut the shit and finally figure out your college bull? Or are you just gonna pretend that you still haven’t gotten your rejection letter to Emerson?” He shot her a nasty look, but it softened when he saw she was just poking fun at him, she laughed teasingly an scooped her hair into a bun.

They secured Robin who was all giggles about this girl Vickie and she loved how happy her friend was, being yourself was hard in this town but the three of them did their best to never hide their true selves around each other. It just sucked big time that the rest of the town didn’t subscribe to the same thoughts and feelings.

-

Tara had turned 18 in December, and while Eddie was still in high school he was a super senior, 19 going on 20. She’d liked him ever since she could remember, but it became more prevalent when he turned up to school when she was 13 and he 15, his buzzed hair grown out and dressed in a battle vest and leather with heavy metal band pins all over it. She herself had always been more into the punk scene. She’d seen the Clash in concert in Chicago with Jonathan and they were planning to she The Cramps this summer before she moved for college. But she could tolerate his music tastes, if only he paid her an ounce of attention aside from selling her dime bags here and there.

She’d gotten lost in her thoughts and wasn’t paying attention as they exited the car, “watch it freak I don’t want to catch whatever it is you have wrong with you.” Carol Perkins cackled and turned back towards her friends, brushing off pretend dirt as they walked away from the group. Tara flipped them all the middle finger and shoved her bag further up her shoulder. “Christ, you’d think she’d have levelled out after Wheeler smacked her when she made fun of her for dating you…” Tara muttered to Jonathan. Will had quickly gotten out of the car and was running towards his little nerd herd, the four of them colliding around Eddie and his friends, collectively they were the Hellfire Club, the only Dungeons and Dragons club in all of Hawkins and subsequently made them the butt of every joke, but Tara knew that after the years of trauma those kids had suffered they deserved too feel some happiness even if they were mocked behind their backs.

Robin nudged her back “can you go get us some weed for this weekend? I can’t get caught with it in my room again, my parents are already on edge after the last time.” There was a smile on her friends lips that said this was more than a transactionary meeting that would be happening.

A small huffing noise came from Taras throat. “Later. I’ll pop a note into his locker for a lunch meeting.”

Which she did, it was a folded triangle note with few words “Forest clearing. Lunch. -T” Eddie pocketed the note, grinning, Tara was his favourite customer, not only because she was a consistent buyer which made it possible to do upkeep on his van but also because she was a person who didn’t judge him, her being hot was just a bonus. And what Tara didn’t know is that he had a thing for her too, and she’d never noticed that he gave a deep discount on all her purchases. Hell, she could ask to walk on his back in her Docs and he’d say “yes please” and ask her to do it again.

-

Lunch rolled around and both parties were walking enthusiastically towards the meeting spot, Eddie, lunch box in hand and Tara, with her headphones on listening to a mix-tape that Byers had given her to check out.

She was walking head down and collided with something hard, but also soft, clearly a person. She took off her headset and yelled “Hey! Watch where the fuck you walk asshole!” But when she actually focused on who she was yelling at it her whole face went beet red, in fact if you’d placed her face next to an actual beetroot you wouldn’t have been able to tell the difference between the two. It was Eddie. He’d been standing by the bench watching her walk towards him the whole time and when she smacked into him he lost it. His body was rocking back and forth with laughter, tears streaming down his cheeks as he tried to compose himself, one of his ringed hands clutching the picnic table for stability.

“I’m so sorry, that was actually one the best things I’ve seen, T.” His voice slightly hoarse from laughing, “y-you just..and then…oh my god.” And he was off again.

Tara tried her hardest to be mad, but she couldn’t, it was funny, and the hard shell exterior she had always cracked a little when she was around Eddie. “Shuddup Munson…” she mumbled, her mouth in a smile, reaching to punch his arm lightly. “I’m supposed to be here buying weed, not making you piss yourself.”

He sat down and placed his elbow on the table, his lunchbox beside him, hand tucked under his chin, “ooo a woman serious about her business.. I love it” his eyes sparkled and watched her sit, clocking the fact that’s her chest jostled freely but focused on her face. “How much are we talking?” His nimble fingers opening the lunch box, gesturing to the nuggets inside.

“An eighth’ll do.. it’s for Robin, Jon and I for the weekend, we’re going to watch movies and play some pool at the Byers since their moms going to Hoppers this weekend,” he’d nodded and starting doling it out, it was like time slowed down and then sped up because before Tara knew it her mouth was speaking words and she couldn’t stop them from coming, “y-you should come too, Jon’s bringing Nancy and Robin will be bringing Vickie, I really don’t want to be playing pool on my own.” The blush had come back just as strong only now it was creeping down her neck and disappeared into her shirt. What was she doing? This was stupid. She told herself of course he didn’t wanna hang out with a bunch of 18 year olds.

“Sure, I mean, I’ve got nothing better to do, just running campaign tonight and then free all weekend.” She couldn’t tell if he was joking or not, but it didn’t seem like it. Her heart raced. “It’s on me since I’ll be there, don’t worry about paying me.” He handed her a bag that was clearly more than what she asked for and got up. “See you there, sweetheart” he called out, and disappeared into the trees back to his van to calm his nerves. He was basically going on a date with the girl he liked and he couldn’t believe it.

“I didn’t even tell him when it was…” Tara couldn’t find him to tell him and she didn’t want to be late to class, since the teacher was friend of her mothers and she didn’t need more trouble before the weekend.

-

Saturday evening arrived faster than she thought it would. Bad Religions’ ‘We’re Only Gonna Die’ played on the speaker, Nancy was learning how to play pool with Vickie, Robin teaching both of them, Jonathan and Tara drinking a beer in the corner laughing every time one of them launched a cue ball off the table and had to get it. The air in the room was hazy with the smell of weed. Everyone was there, except Eddie, maybe he’d forgotten or maybe he just didn’t want to come after all. Besides why would he want to hang out with them when he could be hanging with his band mates or anyone else for that matter.

Eventually though, the windows lit up and at first everyone thought it was Joyce come back but then they heard Dio blaring from the vehicle and they knew it was definitely not Joyce. Tara went outside to meet Eddie, the air outside only slightly chillier than the house, plumes of smoke exiting behind her form.

“I see you guys started without me, it’s ok I brought extra provisions” he motioned to the bag of weed in his pocket and the beer in his hand. Eddie tucked his free arm into his pocket and tilted it towards Tara. With the high she was experiencing being full force she was more apt to be nice to him, and she took the elbow he extended.

“Didn’t think you were gonna come, Munson.” Her eyes were blissed out and a smile across her features, she led him into the house, showing him where to put his stuff before going to the makeshift game room that they’d thrown together for the festivities.

A low chuckle escaped his mouth and he leant down so only she could hear him “I’d never miss an opportunity to hang out with my favourite client, especially when she’s dressed like this” he spun her slowly so to not give her stomach a bad turn, she’d forgotten she’d put on a leather skirt and a lacy tank top with her army jacket, it wasn’t even intentional, at least not consciously anyways. The blush she experienced the prior afternoon returned. He was slowly breaking her when it came her to attitude that she’d come to have after idolizing Joan Jett, Eddie Munson, it was clear would be the death of her.

“Can it Eddie,” she told him laughing the whole time, “get your ass in there so I can beat you and Byers in a game.” He let her lead the way and Eddie was met with cheers, he set the beer down and laid out the weed for replenishment. Tara told Jonathan to go the table and set up a game for the three of you now that Robin and Vickie had vacated it, opting to sit in the living room and watch movies instead.

-

The game was progressing well, Tara was up by a couple points, ‘How Soon is Now’ was playing quietly, and she was swinging her hips to the beat, while she lined up her shot. Eddie was staring. Hard. Nancy was quietly talking to Jonathan something about wanting to go home so she could get some yearbook work in before Monday. Robin and Vickie were still in the living room. Jonathan told Tara and Eddie that he’d be back soon.

“Is this how you pictured your Saturday night, Munson? Hanging out with us listening to punk, playing pool?” She looked over her shoulder at him, a glazed look in her eyes but her mouth turned up in a smile, she’d never admit it but the air felt electric when it was just the two of them and the high made it better.

He grinned back “well, no, but I’m having fun and the view is amazing which is a bonus.” Eddie’d moved closer to her his hand next to hers on the pool table, his lanky frame towering over her smaller one, especially since she was slightly crouched from planning her next play.

Maybe it was the high, maybe it was the few beers she ingested but the room was hazy, and even though she knew people were in the room next to theirs, they felt immensely alone, and they were never alone in any capacity apart from her buying. She straightened and stood up, in the soft warm lights of lamps and with the smoke swirling around him, Eddie looked entirely different. Ethereal almost. Her eyes darting around his face as she took him in. He was far different from his school persona, and his dealer one as well. Softer, but maybe it was the weed.

Eddie on the other hand was only high, he had to drive home so he hadn’t been drinking but he too was focused intently on her face. Tara was so very different from everyone, even himself, a metalhead. But he knew a lot of it was a mix of rebellion and self expression. Her parents were overbearing and hyper religious. And he’d definitely knew there was a softer side to her that she didn’t show unless she was among friends or alone. In public, she was brash, loud. In private she was kind, funny and cared deeply for her friends no matter what they were going through.

Finally when the game was finished, and she’d rightfully so kicked his ass the two of them made their way to the living room, Robin and Vickie had fallen asleep on the couch leaving only the recliner to sit on. Neither of them had the heart to wake the sleeping couple, Eddie was quietly insisting on sitting on the floor and Tara had to interject, “uh, no, I’m not watching…” she looked over the VHS box that he’d tossed to the ground, “The Texas Chainsaw Massacre in this chair alone, get your denim clad ass up here.”

Shaking his head back and forth in a self argument way he eventually climbed into the seat of the chair and Tara settled half on his thigh and half on the arm of the chair, Eddie swiped his arm behind her and put her wholly in his lap. “Don’t need your ass cheek falling asleep mid-movie.”

The two of them sat in silence, save for a few squeaks or soft ewws when something really gross happened. One particular scene when the teen girl was strung up and Leatherface was coming at her with his chainsaw Tara tucked her head into Eddie’s neck and out of instinct, he pressed his mouth to the top of her head and made sure to tell her when it was over. Butterflies had erupted everywhere in her body at this gesture, she still didn’t know if it was friendly or more. It didn’t really matter at this point.

Instead of lifting her head, she slid it so her face was forward, the movie was almost over and Tara was getting sleepy, the amount of weed she’d smoked and the beer she drank starting to weigh heavy on her senses in earnest. Eyes sliding shut, she fell into a not very restful but deep sleep, Eddie sat awake the whole time until the movie ended and then he too fell asleep, Tara’s body warmth the perfect blanket.

-

Loud voices woke everyone in the living room early, Robin and Vickie disentangled and tossed Tara look, both had their eyebrows raised. The only person still seemingly asleep was Eddie, Tara tried to undo his grip but it was too tight.

“HEY! EDDIES’ VAN IS HERE! Eddie I need help with my character” a voice rocketed through the house as the door opened, it was a one Dustin Henderson, and Munsons eyes flew open.

“Shit. Just a second Henderson, lemme go tame the beast.” He moved to get off the recliner and forgot Tara was minorly tethered to him, pulling her forward and then the two of them collapsing into a pile, Robin cackling, wiping the leftover eyeliner and mascara from her face as the two of them disengaged their limbs. Tara flipped Robin off but laughed along with her, the situation was really funny, only now her ass was bruised from the fall.

She stumbled to the kitchen, eyes bleary with sleep still, “Yo, Jonathan, is there any coff..ee?” Only the person in the kitchen wasn’t her best friend, it was Joyce and Hopper at the kitchen table both sipping their own mugs of dark coffee.

“Jonathan is in his room, but there’s plenty of coffee, dear.” Mrs Byers gave Tara a soft smile and nodded towards the coffee pot. Pouring herself a cup she stretched and cracked her back, the position shed laid in all night had caused her back to be sore, but she was well rested, she did have a good pillow after all.

Hopper cleared his throat “so…how long have you and…” he gestured to where Eddie had gone to fix his hair “…been a thing?” Tara shook her head and explained that they were just friends. “Didn’t seem like just friends the way you were clinging to each other like your life depended on it.” he chuckled as Tara high tailed it out of the kitchen to the respite of the living room where she in turn was grilled for the entire time Eddie was outside talking to the kids about the campaign.

-

Tara took a few days off from everyone, she needed a clear head about what had happened between her and Eddie, did he really like her or was he just being nice to her because she buys weed from him? On the third day, her bedroom phone rang continuously for two hours, but instead she turned up her music and just kept thinking, focusing on the what ifs of a relationship that didn’t technically exist yet, if ever.

Eventually the room darkened as did the outside, her record player turned down low so her parents didn’t come up and confiscate it. “I really need to find my own place, I’m old enough, besides I hate this wall color…” her parents had painted it in ‘soft salmon’ what ever the fuck that meant and they wouldn’t ever allow her to change it.

“I dunno about you but I like it.” Came a voice from behind her, startling Tara and causing her to fall sideways off her bed. “Fuck, shit, are you ok??” It was Eddie he hauled ass through the rest of her window and around her bed to check on her.

“What the actual fuck are you doing in here?! Are you trying to get shot at?! My dad has a rifle in the goddamned linen closet.” Tara was pissed, but it was wavering as he held onto her hand and waist as he helped her to a standing position.

His brow furrowed, “you weren’t answering your phone and I got worried, that maybe something happened or that you were mad. They told me they kinda interrogated you after that morning and that was why you left.” He looked so mad for Tara and she couldn’t stay mad forever. She just kind of nodded and sat down.

“It was part of it, but also, I just needed space, to…think y’know?” His hair shook as he nodded and joined her on the bed. His hand taking hold of hers, letting her know he was there for her. “I’m confused about what happened or I guess didn’t happen and I got into my head about it.”

The two of them sat in the emptiness of sound for a bit, the record ending and dead air was the background noise for a bit, both of them thinking, Eddie was the one who broke the silence first, “look, Tara, I like you ok? And I got mad at them for being so nosy, it was none of their business.” He shuffled closer on the bed, holding onto her hand like a life preserver. His eyes searching hers. Hopeful.

Tara’s mouth was dry, but there was a moment when she thought she was going to throw up, but she knew nothing would come up. This was the moment she’d been waiting for forever. Through all the teasing from her friends, through 5 years of stares. “I like you two Eddie,” Tara’s face a shade of maroon, Eddie’s beaming, neither of them had expected this result. Tara expected to go off to college and have to find someone else to be with.

A few seconds passed, Eddie broke the silence, “so, are you going to kiss me?” His lips turned up in a wry smile. Tara shook her head and leaned forward, closing the gap between them. Pressing a kiss his his full lips, Eddie’s arms found a way around her waist and this felt like home. Her own hands found a way up to his mess of curls, but before they could go any further Jonathan’s voice called out from the door.

“Fina-fucking-lly.” Him and Robin had shut eating grins on their faces, they were beyond happy for their friend. But most importantly they didn’t have to listen to her pining over him in the mornings anymore.

“Shut it.” She retorted, a smile plastered on her face, Eddie’s hidden since he was distracted by her neck but she could feel a smile of his own on her skin.

1986, it turned out was their year.

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The following is written in Welsh, in a lovely, looping handwriting.

Dear Diary,

It's been a very long, very busy week. I'm sorry that I put off my entry because now I'm going to have to write a really, really long entry! It's crazy how much has happened since I wrote last, I guess I should find somewhere to start.

I guess I should start with Professor Macauley. He's one of this year's new professors. He teaches Defense Against the Dark Arts and I think he might be one of my favourite professors now. He had homework to write about our greatest fear and so I did. He told me that if a violinist is who I am… and people seem to like my violin playing, then people must like me. I also think… well… I'm done worrying about being veela and the effect I have on people. I can't change that and it's a part of who I am. I need to accept that and… embrace it. Professor Macauley said that I shouldn't be afraid of people liking me for my veela charm because people all like each other for… shallow reasons. Like being funny or being pretty. And that no one really knows who other people are, and that only I know who I really am when I'm in the tower. He told me to think about who I am in the tower. And I think I'm… me, a violinist… who's a little sad and a little lonely… but in the tower I don't have to hide that. He told me I could write about that for extra credit, so I did and he said he wouldn't grade my thoughts but invited me to talk to him soon. Luckily I found him out near the viaduct being interviewed by Jayden for the Owl Post. We talked about music for a while, about how it must be genuine and when it's not it loses its magic. He said a lot of parents scold that out of children but Da and Mother never scolded me for my playing. We talked about how I feel when I play too. He wants me to try picking up my wand and just doing whatever my heart tells me to do when I'm that… into my playing. He said he doesn't know what's supposed to happen but he'd like me to try. He also told me Gryffindors don't ask for permission.

Speaking of violin, I got to play for Lex and Marigold again. It was nice. I hadn't gotten to really play like that since coming back to school. I put everything into my playing and I felt… amazing. Seen. I think that's why Iike it so much. I mean, I love playing because of how it feels but… I love it because people see me.

Anyways! Eve and I had Astronomy together and that was fun! Well, after we got in trouble for making fun of Professor Priaulx. It's not that we don't like the professor, I really like her but… well, Eve started it with n impression of her, talking about not touching the telescopes and how Pluto is a planet. Then I told her she was wrong, that a proper Priaulx impression had to mention that her subject is ASTRONOMY and not astrology and that if you got it wrong she'd hang you from the tower by your toes. Priaulx caught us doing our impressions and she didn't really like that but she did say we were right! Sort of!

The next day I went into the Dueling Room to practice my spells. It took me a long time to manage the levitation charm but I finally did. Then I thought I'd practice the locking charm. That one was easier but… then I locked myself in the room because I couldn't get out. I was panicking because potions was going to be starting soon. Eventually I got out and tried to cast incendio on a brazier. Peach told me that it may take time for my wand and I to… understand each other. I… I hope we do one day, I'm so tired of… being bad at magic. I feel like I'm letting Mother and Da and Professor Idylwild down.

After that we had Divination. Eve and I hung out in that class together. We learned about meditation and Professor Gallo was explaining different kinds of meditation. Did you know playing music is a kind of meditation?! He then let us spend the whole class meditating, we were supposed to meditate on a question and try to divine the answer. Eve and I both asked what we could do to make this year better but she got distracted and couldn't really focus. I think it was my fault, sometimes I think my playing can affect people like dancing does. I wonder if that's true. I felt that Eve needs to find a spark to inspire her to work towards making this year better.

Tom was also in divination and after class, Eve said she was tired so she left to have a bath and I was left with Tom which was kind of a bummer because I wanted to hang out with Eve more but also not because it's Tom and I like Tom, he's nice. He complimented my playing a lot, said it was sad but in a good way and I told him I'd play for him any time. I feel like I tell people this a lot but it's true, I really like playing and sharing my music with people. He walked me to the Great Hall and we talked about how people are really kind of mean to him and we talked about Ruby insulting my violin playing. I had to make him promise not to punch Ruby, I don't want anyone fighting for me because… well it makes me feel bad. We talked about my being bullied for being veela and how I feel like I don't really fit in and he says it's because I'm like a really pretty rainbow fish. I don't quite fit in but it's a good thing. It kind of made me think about Professor Macauley and our talks about my being Veela. We also talked about everything with the Orb. He apologised and said he had wanted to protect me and he messed up but… it's not his job to protect me. He's just a kid too even if he doesn't want to admit it because he's fifteen now so he can't just protect me. Besides, if either of us were a knight it'd be me, I'm the Gryffindor. It did kind of make me feel bad though. During the organ thing I'd tried to protect Eve and it's like that isn't it? I felt like I had to because I'm her friend and it was stupid because I'm just a kid and we both ended up being eaten. I told him I didn't want him to feel bad because he couldn't protect me but I think he didn't like that because we ended up changing the subject.

Anyways, we were almost to the Great Hall when we ran into Everett. He was being really nice and saying hi to me… until he saw Tom was with me and then he turned and walked right away. I talked to Tom about it and he said Everett's mad because Tom and Aloy are dating which just sounds really complicated and I kind of hate it. I tried telling Tom if he was just nice to Everett, Everett would probably be nice back but it didn't really work and I thought Everett was going to punch Tom! Which really, I think Tom's been punched enough without anyone else doing it. After that both of them stormed off so I went back to the common room. It kind of sucks being younger than everyone but I think it probably sucks more being older.

The password to the commons changed recently. Did you know that some of the other houses don’t have frequent password changes? Talula told me that when she heard I’d been locked out of the commons. She was really sad that day, though I don’t know why. I think it had something to do with Aloy and Tom, she didn’t say anything to me about it though so I don’t really know that. I told her being an adult veela sounds like a lot of work, with everyone fighting for attention and over each other. She told me she didn’t know a lot about it but that she found out her grandmother had been sent to Azkaban. Her grandmother is a veela, if you didn’t know. I don’t remember why she was sent to Azkaban or why Talula told me, but she said that I couldn’t be a kid forever, and I guess she’s right.

In DADA, Professor Macauley’s DADA, we had to fight each other. He had us all cast spells and try to knock the others to the floor. If you hit the floor, you were out. I put down a table and hid behind it so I wasn’t hit with any spells and I managed to take out three students and I never was taken to the ground! I even body bound a sixth year! Me! I’m not even any good at magic! I was really excited about it really and Professor Macauley said I did really well.

Aloy asked me to play violin with her sometime. She told me she plays piano and cello, I didn’t know that but it was really nice of her to ask me to play. I didn’t even know Aloy really noticed me after all the Orb stuff, let alone would want to hang out with me, I mean, she’s an older kid and I usually feel out of place with them. 

I got asked to play with Iain and Jayden too at the Gryffindor sleepover. I was there talking to my new friend Margo Fox. Doesn’t that name sound like it belongs to someone famous? She says her full name is Margo Christine Fox. Like Christine Daae from Phantom of the Opera. Thalia read that book to me over summer, though there was a lot of big words and it was kind of hard to understand. Margo is an artist and she likes drawing dragons. It’s her first year and I hope Professor Eastwood gets a chance to show her a dragon, one of those enchanted ones, I mean. Arthur was also at the sleepover, complaining about Professor Macauley. Apparently Professor Macauley told him he needs to take calming draughts for his freakouts- Arthur starts to cry and sometimes passes out when he hears loud noises, like the sound of a spell backfiring. Professor Vikander said he’d already told Arthur to take them but I guess Arthur hadn’t been. He was really upset about having had a cheering charm cast on him but it’s just a cheering charm, innit? They don’t /hurt/ you, they just make you happy. And taking calming draughts every day isn’t even bad. Is it so bad that he might not try to punch Tom or that first year again? Or that he’s not going to freak out every time there’s a loud noise?

I had breakfast with Margo, Ramon, and Arthur the next day. We talked about muggle cleaning, I guess they were talking about it before I came to the Great Hall. Margo didn’t understand how they cleaned without magic, but it’s just like punishment, innit? We also talked about blood purity and bullying too. How some people don’t like people who aren’t full wizards, which also means Veela like me. I had to explain to them what being part veela means, the way part veela enchant people and how Ruby and Octavia bullied me for it. It was kind of nice though because all three of them said if anyone bullied me, they’d protect me. We started to talk about mermaids for a while, Ramon hadn’t known they existed but then it was time for Herbology and so we all ran off.

Herbology was… well it was Herbology, I’m not really good with it. I paid attention though as best I could. After though, Eve and I made some bets with Nora. She’s taking bets on who will be Hogwarts champion. I bet on Essa, Emily, Verity, Gwyn, and Elliott. And Eve bet on Elliott and Gwyn. I thought the more people I bet on, the better chance I had of winning. Tom and Aloy came up then and were talking about Arthur but… It kind of made me and Eve uncomfortable. Aloy was talking about hexing him again and it didn’t seem very nice. It’s one thing to protect yourself but just… bullying Arthur, doesn’t that make Aloy a bully too? Anyways, they ended up walking off and Eve and I decided to go practice unlocking spells on all the doors in the castle.

Woo, that’s everything. I didn’t realise how busy this week’s been! Anyways, there’s rumours about dueling, and I kind of want to go after the last DADA. I’ll catch you up later! Next time, Diary!

[hook-on-fandoms]

Sleepover

Since @raynbow-shimmer asked for it in the tags here is a short continuation of Karaoke Night for fun. In other words another headcanon auish that someone ACTUALLY DID ASK FOR. Enjoy.

Hour 1

Cisco: “So...you designed Kara’s and James’s suits?”

Winn: “Yea, Mon El’s too. I’m just waiting to see if this is something he wants to do for himself before I put more than basic safety into it.” 

Cisco: “I can understand that. I sometimes wonder if people realize how much work goes into making a suit. Speaking of which...have you found any extra strength deodorant that works on the supersuits?”

Winn: “THANK YOU! And sadly no. But every time I mention just how bad it is they all just give me this weird look but after a battle the suits just stink and have to be washed like 5 times to get rid of the smell.”

Cisco: “I know right. I’ve been working on that since Barry’s first time out. And he wonders why it isn’t his suit. He’s lucky I’m willing to share custody. When him and the others have to fix, update, and deal with the stink of the suit THEN it can be their suit and not a moment sooner.”

Hour 8

Winn: “How much caffeine do they put into this?!?! I know it’s the Flash but still.”

Cisco: “Just be happy there is still coffee on your earth. You should have seen HR and Cindy after drinking one of those. It wasn’t a pretty sight”.

James: “What wasn’t a pretty sight?”

Winn: “Hey James. I didn’t know you were staying too. How are you?”

James: “Good, Iris offered to show me her work so I figured I’d hitch a ride back when Winn went back. Hope that isn’t a problem.”

Cisco: “Not at all. You two should join us for coffee before heading out.”

Iris: “Sounds good. Also Cisco can I get you to do me the tiniest of favors. Please”

Cisco: “Iris your favors are never tiny, but what is it?”

Iris: “Make a batch of interdimensional cell phones. Us journalists have to stick together and I’m sure the others would like to call specific people too.”

Cisco: “You want me to make cell phones that don’t just work on another Earth but specifically call it?”

Iris: “Yep.”

Winn and Cisco: “We’re in”

Hour 10:

Winn: So, what are your thoughts for the phones?

Cisco: Can I see what your cell phone looks like real quick. Okay the designs for phones between our earth’s aren’t very different. I think we should have them look like smart phones so no one tries to get a closer look just cause they aren’t.

Winn: Agreed. And we should each have our own number. So if it’s just social J’ohn, HR or whoever doesn’t have to act as operator.

Cisco: Yea, and a couple of distress buttons. One to call only those currently on the Earth the phone sees you on and one for all of us for the big stuff.

Winn: Okay. Sounds good. Let’s get started.

Hour 18:

Winn: Okay Big Belly Burger is pretty amazing.

Hour 23:

Cisco: So do you think we could get the internet to work on these?

Winn: Easily. Do you think we could get the internet to work on these from the Earth we aren’t on along with the one we are on?

Cisco: We are now!

Hour 37:

Cisco: Do you know what these phones need?

Winn: No what?

Cisco: Apps. From the practical to the frivolous.

Winn: Automatically downloads and can’t be deleted unless one of us does it right?

Cisco: Right you are. Let’s start with the practical like list of villains and profiles, heroes, big threats/events going in our lives so that we don’t have to do a big catch up each time and can just get to solving the problem.

Winn: Yea, THEN we make the games like Supercrush,

Cisco: Grand Theft Speedforce.

Winn: Little Firestorm

Cisco: Angry Canaries

Winn: and more.

Hour 48:

Cisco: See you two later and Winn next time we’ll work on the deodorant.

Winn: Yea. I’ll make sure everyone else gets one of these phones on my Earth. See you later.

Hour 52:

Kara: These phones are so fun. I love the Supercrush games thanks. 

Hour 73:

J’ohn: Mr. Ramon what are you doing here? Is there something wrong on your Earth?

Cisco: Oh no, Winn and I are just determined to figure out the deodorant problem.

J’ohn: Well while your here can you get some of these apps off my phone.

Cisco: No can do. They are essential to the phone working. Bye.

Hour 168:

Kara: Hi everyone, it’s so good to see you. But why are you here?

Cisco: Winn said it was game night so I vibed everyone here so who's ready for some Pictionary?

Alex: Sure, but you’ve been here pretty much every other day. Isn’t this out of the way?

Cisco: I can vibe anywhere, I’d say it’s as easy as driving down town but in all honestly it’s even easier.

Winn: Well let’s get this game started.